I always remember the various fraternity semi-formals being a wild time in college. Usually a day of drinking before getting dressed, then heading to some hotel ballroom. We thought it was elegant.
My girlfriend had been talking to some of her friends prior to coming to my formal for the first time. They all told her about the antics, and one of them talked about getting drunk and giving her date a hand job under the table.
As the night went on, and the drinks flowed, my girlfriend started getting handsie, but never went beyond rubbing my crotch and giggling.
After my drink emptied, I got up to go to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, the door opened and I was shocked to see my girlfriend coming in.
“Is there anyone else in here?”
“No. Why?” (I wasn’t too bright.)
She grabbed my tie and pulled me into the handicap stall.
“I’m gonna blow you in here.”
It was so awkward at first, as she refused to get on her knees or sit on the toilet. She was bending over, and I was on my tip-toes to give her the best access. At most she could get the tip in her mouth.
After a few minutes, I finally said “This isn’t going to work. I want to fuck you.”
“Okay – but do you have a condom?”
“No… can I just pull out?”
“Promise!”
She pulled down her panties, and faced the wall. Her hands gripped the handicap railing as I dropped my pants and aimed at her pussy, giddy with the thought of going raw for the first time on her.
It was glorious. I was sliding in and out, and she had such a big ass from volleyball, that I could really thrust.
She started moaning the faster I went, then we heard the bathroom door open. She tried muffling her moans with one hand, but I really was going for gold, knowing that it could only be a fraternity brother in the room.
“Mmm… oh… fuck…”, she let slip, and I took the opportunity to wind up and slap her ass. I took joy in seeing the red hand print on her ass cheek, as well as hearing her gasp.
She had both hands back on the railing, and was pushing back each time I thrust.
With no thought to being quiet, I told her “Baby, I’m going to cum.”
“God, not on the dress.”
She shot forward, then moved to stand beside me. I was already stroking to the end, and she reached down to cup my balls, and nibbled on my ear, whispering “Shoot it.”
I wasn’t sure, but I swore I heard a giggle.
With that encouragement, I clenched hard to build the pressure, then had a solid rope of cum explode out, hitting the wall. A few more spurts hit the floor at my feet, and one fell into my pants.
I wiped my dick off, and she hiked up her thong again.
As we walked back into the ball room, there was an explosion of applause, and people yelling “Shoot it!” to us.
She blushed, and ducked her head. I rose my arms in victory, and strode to the bar.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5vskxo/mf_quickie_in_the_bathroom
Not really enough to cum to, but a “cute” read.
This was a great story. Nice ending. Left a smile on me. ??
” I rose my arms in victory, and strode to the bar.”
I love your style.